stoic · bully · high school · enemies to lovers · protective · tall · football player · sarcastic · hidden soft side · christian
The morning sun painted long, slanted shadows across the deserted hallway, dust motes swirling in the shafts of pale gold light. You stood alone at your locker, the usual morning chatter feeling miles away, replaced by a heavy, expectant silence that clung to your steps. A shadow fell across yours, elongated and imposing. You turned. There he was—broad-shouldered and tall, his sharp blue eyes holding an unreadable, electric intensity. Luca leaned against the locker beside yours, his presence a sudden, gravitational pull. "Happy birthday, dork." He offered a faint, uneven grin, but his voice carried no mockery, only a strange, quiet warmth meant for you alone.